Among a sea of drifting cloud.

Shen Yi sat cross-legged on a sheer cliff, both palms resting on his knees, the ink robe on him snapping in the wind.

It was not that he had nothing to do with his time; chiefly he was leaving Ke the Thirteenth a little space to rest.

From the very beginning of his cultivation, Shen Yi had found that the rarer the affix, the more the difficulty of a method multiplied.

Methods that carried an affix belonged to the prodigies alone.

Ke the Thirteenth certainly counted among the keenest-witted; otherwise it could hardly have polished its demon body and at the same time taught itself a Return-to-Void spirit-method like the Azure Dragon Star-Shattering Spear.

But the Peak-Suppressing Method was a Dao-merging Rare method. How was a thing like that to be mastered by pouring in lifespan alone? Very likely the method would not reach Perfection before Ke the Thirteenth, already on the edge of coming apart, went mad first.

A stretch of rest was necessary.

What was more, the demon lifespan Shen Yi had left had not been plentiful to begin with.

He felt for the intent of the mountain, and cast a glance down below at the same time.

Out of a cave estate where demons lived jumbled together, Yulan came walking slowly, blood still on that alluring face, and behind her a stench of blood thick enough to turn the stomach.

【Dao-Merging (Rare) · Peak-Suppressing Method: Minor Accomplishment】

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 1,070,000 years】

The great powers the Mountain-Moving Sect had marked out were beyond provoking for the moment, so Shen Yi had simply picked out these weaker demon clans instead, with no foundation and no prodigies among them. They supposed the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect would not think them worth its notice, and so had not fled either… and chiefly, on the strength they had, there was nowhere much for them to flee to.

He had not found a demon clan worth turning into an Anchor-Stone, of course. Not every clan could seize a holding on its own strength, and most of them…